THAT OLD SILVER TONE GUITAR
This story began many years ago years ago In nineteen thirty four
My Dad traded a bunch of Animal Traps for Silver tone Guitar
My father was a old time fiddler, and oh, how liked to dance
He had dancing mixed with music in his blood He'd dance at every chance
When the music started playing, he'd get upon the floor and dance to anything
I learned to pick a little on the old guitar, and he would do the Bucking Wing
I treasured that old Guitar that he brought home that day for me
A member of the family taught me three cords, that I needed was G-C-D
Music is something that I've always loved, and. and it is a univerversal call
for it is so soothing to the soul, there's different kinds, but some for all
So if I live to be a hundred years old or more I will never for get that day
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